I can still hear her
Through hushed whispers of the wind
Her voice and her laugh.
Thinking of her now
I dare not shed any tears
I hold them all in.
I can still hear her
Through the ripples of the tide
Her voice and her laugh
For I must be strong
I must act like I am fine
I’m perfectly fine.
I can still hear her
Through the rustle of the trees
Her voice and her laugh
Wishing she were here
But knowing she can’t come back
Causes me to break.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
I can still hear her
Through hushed whispers of the wind
Her voice and her laugh.
Thinking of her now
I dare not shed any tears
I hold them all in.
I can still hear her
Through the ripples of the tide
Her voice and her laugh
For I must be strong
I must act like I am fine
I’m perfectly fine.
I can still hear her
Through the rustle of the trees
Her voice and her laugh
Wishing she were here
But knowing she can’t come back
Causes me to break.
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